The buck on our farm used to escape his pen so he could hang out on our porch. Not sure why, but he did. It was pretty cute, but a bit irritating having to clean the porch each morning.
We sold that little buck and one of our does this weekend. It was a decision that made a lot of sense, but I have to admit I miss the sweetie. The porch seemed a little empty without him last night.
Because all of the remaining goats are either girls who've just had babies or they're too young to be housed with a new adult goat, that leaves us with one wether (boy) who's kind of the odd man out at the moment. Rather than leave him in the pen alone, I let him out so he could hang out closer to his friends.
Instead, he set up camp on the porch. Apparently, it's the happening place to be if you're a goat. When I look out my front door, this is what I see. Pretty cute, and I guess it's worth sweeping the porch in the morning.
Sometimes, my kids make me giggle. Like when my youngest informed me this weekend that he loves carrots. Surprised, I asked, "Really?"
He responded with, "Sure, if you take out the center and fill it with meat."
Sometimes, my kids make me think. My middle son recently asked me one of those questions that gave me pause: "Have you ever noticed that everyone acts like life is a movie starring them?"
Maybe it's just me, but I think there's a lot of truth packed into that simple observation. This week in Sunday school, we were talking about the fact that Jesus is the ultimate king and yet he selflessly gave of Himself to save us. I mentioned Blake's comment in contrast.
One of the men in class chuckled and said, "I'm not sure I'd want to watch that movie. It wouldn't be very interesting."
"That's probably a good question, though," his wife interjected. "If your life was a movie, would it be one you'd want to watch?"
At which point I interjected a story about my wedding night, when my husband and I first knew our life was a sitcom. We accidentally locked ourselves out of the apartment (with the bulk of our money in the apartment) in the middle of the night. We wound up staying the rest of the night in a no-tell motel that rents rooms by the hour. When Adam asked for a room for the rest of the night, the gentleman at the front desk replied, "The whole night?" Adam responded with a smug, "Yep."
Oy. I digress. This is what you get when I post pre-coffee.
My point, if I have one, is that each of us does have a story to tell. Is it a good one? For me, I'd say I'm mostly cool with it, but there are a few snippets where I get a bit bratty and maybe, just maybe, a skosh whiny. Perhaps it's time to work on editing some of those scenes out to make more room for the good stuff.
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.